Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Every day for the rest of my life
I will feel the same
Never the same again.
Until the next time the world falls down
Adding never the same
To
Never the same again.
Well I'm still standing
Until I fall
Then others must carry on
Never the same again.

Monday, August 15, 2016


Wildling
Alive on the inside
You live in the world
All your eyes open
All wings unfurled
No fear for the unknown
A spirit of quest
You try on unknowing
To dream of the best
The clouds were not high enough
The world not too low
Life is exploration
To see is to go

Pain enters through the same door we opened to let love in. 
We opened it anyway. 

Sunday, May 15, 2016


One time
I saw an eagle fly
Just over my head
So close I could hear wind in its feathers. 
Had I not lifted my eyes
I would never have seen. 
One time
I saw a crystal gleam
Just by my boot
So close I could pick it up and see the light.
Had I not lowered my eyes
I would never have seen. 
One time
I saw the dark
All around me
So complete I could lose all I saw.
Had I not closed my eyes
I would never have seen.
Let us plant Scotch Pine just for the memories. 
Let us plant apple trees.
Long rows of cottonwood,
to reach for the sky someday,
like we never could.
Let us reach far ahead,
to outlast all we spoke:
go for the gold!
Let us plant oak.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

No matter how many birds I watch,
How many hours I study
The curve of wing tip
The swoop and hover
The highs and lows
And stamina,
I just can't seem to fly.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016


If I ever leave trees
it will be for wind.
Long have I loved the patience of trees,
the solidity, the illusion of permanence.
Lately
I have been much seduced by the wind.
I am tempted to be swept away.

Thursday, March 24, 2016




I live in the dark
I said.
Then I opened my eyes to the dark,
The shadows of variation,
The all-around-ness to me.
A black I could come to depend on.
And I found myself in the dark.

I live under ice
I said.
Then I lifted my eyes to the ice
The crystals and gleaming striations,
The over-ness always to me.
A cold I could always be sure of.
And I saw myself in the ice.

I live within chaos
I said.
Then my eyelids floated away.
My body dissolved and my knowledge.
And I only dreamt about love.

Friday, March 18, 2016

 Did you show your children the stars?,
Accuser said.
Not enough! Not enough!
Let me show them galaxies
only so that they may recognize infinity
when they see my love.

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

It is so hard to go for a walk. 
On a restful couch
With a spellbinding book
And a warm fleecy blanket,
The idea daunts.
To put on
thick socks
sweater
ear muffs
snow pants
boots
parka
scarf
mitts.
But you do.
And the mirror as you step out the door says
You are no longer a slouch on a couch
But a walker of woods at C 15 below,
A cruncher of snow
A strider of silence.
Oh where can't you go!


Sunday, January 3, 2016

 I think I saw some solitude out there.
Looking out the window of this crowded house
I saw it in the distance,
Slipping through the trees.
A thing of beauty calling to me,
Kin creature to my core.
I'm not far from the door.
So out I go in silence
Walking far and walking forest,
And in the company of no one,
Find the companion I looked for.